The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

In the coffin, it was pitch black, preventing any sight of the otherʼs face; only their voice could be heard: ”Just like the custom in Butterfly Town, we should carry the coffin to the earth temple outside the village.”

Mo Ran nodded, concentrating for a moment before saying, ”Master, the footsteps outside seem to be multiplying.”

”A hundred ghosts parade under the cover of night, their collective burial coffins carried as one towards their destination. If my surmise holds true, upon reaching the earthen templeʼs threshold, the spectral master of ceremonies shall reveal its true form. From each pair of ghostly bridal couple, it will draw forth ʼmeritsʼ.”

Mo Ran inquired, ”With so many coffins, over a hundred of them, how could no one notice them walking through the town?”

”Nobody would be able to see them,” Chu Wanning replied. ”The ones carrying the coffins are Ghost Golden Boys and Ghost Jade Girls. Ordinary people canʼt see objects that belong to ghosts and monsters.”

Mo Ran asked again, ”How do you know all this?”

Chu Wanning answered, ”Just now, in the annex room, Tianwen interrogated a Ghost Golden Boy.”

Mo Ran: ”..................”

After a moment of silence, he asked again, ”What about that Mister Chen who was lying in the red coffin we found on the mountain? And why has the Chen family been experiencing consecutive deaths?”

Chu Wanning replied, ”I donʼt know.”

Mo Ran was surprised. ”Ghost Golden Child didnʼt tell you?”

Chu Wanning said, ”Ghost Golden Child said itʼs unclear as well.”

Mo Ran: ”...............”

After a brief pause, Chu Wanning continued, ”But I think thereʼs something that family isnʼt telling us.”

”How so?”

”Remember, although the entity venerated in this earth temple is heavily imbued with malevolence, itʼs ultimately an enlightened immortal body. It needs human offerings to grow stronger.”

In his previous life, Mo Ran hadnʼt paid much attention to Chu Wanningʼs lectures, which had left him lacking in essential knowledge when dealing with certain situations. This time around, he decided it would be wise to seek advice humbly, so he asked, ”So what does being an immortal body mean?”

”......What were you doing during last monthʼs lesson on the differences between immortals, ghosts, gods, and demons?”

Mo Ran thought to himself, This seat has been reborn; how could I possibly remember what I was doing in a class over a decade ago? But it couldnʼt have been anything more than scratching my feet under the desk, reading ʼNine Dragons and a Phoenix on the Bed,ʼ or gazing blankly at Shi Mo, or perhaps staring at Chu Wanningʼs neck, secretly calculating how to stealthily chop off his head.

Chu Wanning said coldly, ”Go back and copy ʼRecords of Six Realmsʼ ten times.”

”...”

Ouch, the price of skipping class was steep.

”All immortals in this world are different from gods. Gods act freely, whereas immortals are bound by restrictions. Interfering in mortal affairs will always be influenced by human desires.”

Mo Ran shuddered. ”So the Chen family murder was carried out because someone requested it?”

Chu Wanningʼs voice echoed eerily in the darkness.

”I believe that the one who sought its help might not necessarily be alive.”

Mo Ran opened his mouth, ready to ask more, but before he could, the golden boy and jade girl carrying the coffin must have encountered a steep slope. The coffin suddenly jolted, tilting to the left.

Caught off guard by the unexpected movement, with nothing to hold onto in the smooth interior, Mo Ran tumbled over and crashed into his Masterʼs embrace.

”Ouch...”

Clutching his bruised nose, Mo Ran looked up in confusion, just about to grasp the situation when a faint scent of peach blossom drifted towards his nostrils. Light as morning mist and still carrying a hint of nightʼs chill, this fragrance was distinctively pure and piercing amidst the worldʼs myriad enchantments, capable of clearing oneʼs mind.

Mo Ran froze, then instantly stiffened.

He knew this peach blossom aroma all too well – it was the essence that clung to Chu Wanning. To him, this scent was always intertwined with desire.

In an instant, a deeply ingrained wicked thought, like wildfire sparked by a bolt of lightning, engulfed his thoughts.

The author wishes to add: The President of the Foundation for Unmarried Men of Advanced Years, the First Boss, the Ghost Hostess, will be appearing soon.